Before the Christmas Spirit evaporated in a swirl of dust bunnies and pine needles, we managed to eek out some truly good times. They’ll stay like spuds in the root cellar- providing colorful memories to dine on until the gray gloom of winter gives way to warm and hopeful spring.
A few of my favorites…
The shotgun shell Christmas lights- a gift from my buddy, Ellen.
Lovey and the Unnamed Ones sledding in the Big Snow.
The big, fat, happy tree.
The interpretive cookies fashioned to resemble the out of control dogs who live amongst us.
The fun and games…
The lights…
Maggie thinks she in no way resembles the blood-thirsty dog portrayed in the Christmas cookie and says she will honor Christmas in her heart.
I, for one, believe her.
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